Around the World in Nice, France

Yesterday my words slipped out I skipped outon them and went straight to youSaw you pouring out over the walls into a clean cup.+ ++ + a secret a secret + + + ++ ++ + + +?Grim forest makes fir lovely tales, washedup on a hillside, the hooded manstopped before revealing him”self” andProbed for something deeper than a name

“I haven’t really lived my life. DON’T Be afraid to Live Yours!”“That’s what we’re all doing.” “That’s what brought us here tonight.” THUD Tommy is rolling down the hill in front of us like a sideways figure skater

The treasures we brought home were innumerable. Tommy guards the firestone… perhaps he best keep it for now.

Magical Mystery Tour! Van-sanity!God the imaginations on those tikes!The redrock riverstone in safekeeping, the backseat trio,four players and no script. Scramblin ourmanatees with chocolate chips. We Howled! Howled at the sea, the city, the believers and deceivers. We saw ourselves as seers, or I diid as we veered between reality and creation. Who could see the signs in the cigar lines, or hear the dove trapped in the bush, but us? Surely someone,some bikers-by, aware of our nonesensebut innocently seeing such saw much less !I pray that someday I will know the words to relay the magic of yesterday..